Upon A Painted Ocean - Part 11
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 and rising
Summary: Port Royal is infected by a strange disease. Will and Elizabeth enlisted the help of the Black Pearl to go after the stolen medicien. On the way, they encountered an old nemesis, a crazy priest, a mermaid and a demon who is after Jack's soul.
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and all its characters are not mine. I am making no money off this. Don't sue the colleage kid who are already broke. Credit for the title goes to Coleridge's poem and P.Speare who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Also special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning: Same as always, first fic ever and English not my first language. Please don't kill me for not continue with the slash *hide*, the plot need to get going. Anyway, please R&R!!!!
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//This is a dream.//
Jack thought feverishly, it has to be. What other explanation was there for the object of his affection, the main cast in his wet dreams and the subject to his nightly worries, to be safe and sound, not to mention lapping his sweaty skin like a man dying of thirst.
Will's hand raked through the dark threads, raised his face to meet Jack's own. The black pupils had expanded within the rich cinnamon orbs. The closer to the pupil, the darker the color was, hazel mingled with tints of green, gold and silver. Those eyes were engulfing him into a warmth without boundaries and entangling him with its undercurrent of desire.
His mind was striving towards the completion which was offered so freely. His rationality and intuition were struggling against this surreal scenario, while his heart and body screamed for total abandonment.
//Just let go.//
Velvet lips crushed over his, they tasted sweet and sour like wine. They were insistent and savage, almost depriving him of all rational thought. He gasped softly against that persistent heat. A hot tongue brushed against the roof of his mouth, once, twice. The third brush was followed by a slight pressure against the back of his teeth. The other mouth sucked hard and stole away the last ounce of air from his lung.
//Let go.//
Will was repeating the same word over and over. The breath caught in his throat at the forceful possessiveness in that single syllabus.
"Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. ....."
He buried his face into the space between neck and shoulder, a few strands of hair tickled his nose. Will had one of his earlobe in his mouth, sucking and nipping on them hungrily. The action was voracious and urgent, like the rising tide of river beating against the walls of a dam.
//Let go.//
He was writhing helplessly beneath the slender body. Will's heartbeat was throbbing loudly against his chest, mirrored his own increasingly rapid pulse. He shifted slightly and brought their body together to a perfect allegiance, from shoulder to calf.
//Yes, let me be yours. And you will be mine.//
Something that felt like cool metal slide out from the front of Will's shirt and made contact with his bare throat. Its weight and density were recognizable even through his feverish mind. Jack immediately knew what it was.
*** Beautiful isn't it. Elizabeth gave it to me.... our engagement ring.***
The significance of the ring and the rashness of his action almost overwhelmed him with helplessness and despair. He choked and pushed desperately against the unyielding shoulders above him.
//No. No. No.//
In response to his renewed resistance, Will sealed their mouths together. Unlike the previous ministrations of vicious taking, this kiss was seductive manipulation and gentle coaxing at the same time. It was laced with a tenderness that nearly melted away his last grip of conscious and sensible reasoning.
//No. Stop. What am I doing?! Please, stop.//
He did not know who the plead was for, Will or himself. He only wanted an outlet, some kind of release to this madness and the whirlwind of emotions.
//Stop. This is... wrong.//
He wanted to wash away the tingling of the blazing kisses and disappear into the hardness of the earth below. He wanted to shoved the youth against the wall and worship every inch of that fair skin with his tongue. He wanted to kiss, to lick, to bite, to claw, to take, to give. He wanted nothing. He wanted everything.
He wanted Will. He wanted everything that was so uniquely Will. He wanted everything Will would give and more. He wanted Will's friendship, Will's devotion, Will's trust, Will's loyalty.
He wanted Will... to love him.
Jack Sparrow was by no mean a celibate or chaste man. He loved pleasure, in all shapes and forms. It had never mattered to him whether his ecstasies was induced by the presence of another body or the numbing effect of the rum.
//But this is Will.//
This was Will, who risked his life and reputation to save him, whose smile brightened his otherwise aimless existence, whose kind words swelled him with happiness and pride. This was illogical. Years of honing his self- preservation skills and cautions were a trifle compare to a few months of vicinity with the youth. His mask of a drunken fool, which life had drilled into him and had kept him alive all this time, would simply evaporate as soon as the blacksmith came within close proximity.
Did Will know that he would offer his heart on a silver plater? Was the youth aware of how his pulse would skip with a single twitch of those rosy lips? Did Will realize that he was Jack's weakness of body and frailty of mind?
//Do you know that you are my home?//
Will was the holder of string to his wild kite.
//Do you know that you are my freedom?//
The freedom that Jack had been chasing for as long as he knew. The freedom that a life of piracy was entitled. The freedom that he thought he had finally discovered in the Black Pearl.
//True freedom means..... to have a place to return to, to have *someone* to return to.//
He shoved the body above him with all the strength he could wield. In an instant, their positions was reversed. He grabbed Will's hands and locked them above his head with unwavering force. He rested his weight on top of the boy and sneered into his face.
"Ye stupid boy! Do ye have *any* idea what ye were doing?"
Dark chocolate eyes were unfocused and confused before they were overtaken by a vivid fever. Something was wrong, he realized too late. Will arched up against him. His eyes closed involuntary at the sensation created when their groins were brushed against each other.
//No, something is wrong. This isn't Will.//
His palms were pressed against hot skin, yet the body beneath him was shivering violently. Will was gulping down mouthful after mouthful of air, while his face had blanched to a sickly shaded of white. He loosened his grip on those thin wrists and gently gathered the trembling boy into his arms.
"Will? Will? Can ye hear me? What's wrong, luv?"
The endearment was out of his mouth before he could stop it, but the boy appeared not to have noticed it. Will was staring blankly ahead and numbing something incoherent. Jack could only catch a few words, cold, heat and burning were among them. He rocked the thin body gently.
"Will? Please....say somethin'g. Come on, mate. Look at me."
Dark eyelashes fluttered against flushed cheeks, until they shut completely. His heart clenched, panic blinded his vision and filled the pit of his stomach with lead. He yanked the motionless body roughly against him and pressed his ear to Will's chest, looking frantically for any sound. There was a pulse, weak but steady. He breathed out a sign of relief.
The shock was wearing off and the bizzareness of his current predicament was taking its tole on his already stressed body. He yawned against the ruffled brown hair, rested his back against the wall, and began to doze off with his precious bundle secured safely against his chest.
~~~*~~~
Her sleep was troubled and her dream was filled with echoes of some forgotten ballad. But when the first ray of light elevated her from the valley of sleep, she was already half way into composing herself again. The morning sun refreshed her and brought her new hope. Elizabeth stabbed at the omelet on her plate and sulked, it would have been a wonderful morning if not for a certain navy commodore.
Commodore Norrington was almost finished with his speech about the importance of constant vigilance against pirates when the door was pushed open. A young sergeant stepped in and walked straight towards his superior officer without even giving Elizabeth a side way glance. The soldier bent down and whispered something into the commodore's ear.
She watched with mild satisfaction as Norrington's face darken with each word. She had a vague impression that whatever it was, it somehow involved one captain Jack Sparrow.
"How is that possible?!" The commodore hissed, then sent a troubled look in Elizabeth's direction. She kept her face as neutral as possible.
The commodore looked even more scandalized and said menacingly towards the young sergeant, "Send out twenty men, no, make that forty. I don't care what it takes, flip Tortuga upside down if you must. I *want* him found."
Elizabeth felt sorry for the now trembling soldier, the young man was obviously a scapegoat. At the same time, her speculation was also confirmed.
//So Jack has escaped. That was quick.//
The soldier was almost to the door as Norrington continued with the same fuming tone. "I am going to *court martial* the idiots who left him alone. This time, I'll personally make sure he's chained and guarded around the clock"
Elizabeth tried not to snicker. The door shut with a soft creak as the commodore turned back to her.
"Elizabeth, that.... dangerous criminal, Jack Sparrow has escaped."
"......"
"But I assure you that you are in no danger from him, or any of his pirate friend."
"......"
"This is one of the best armed ship in the fleet, I also have two smaller cruisers with me."
"......"
"I don't believe that even the infamous Black Pearl would willingly go up against such odds. There is no need to worry about..... Elizabeth? Are you listening?"
Finally realized that he was the sole participant in this conversation, Norrington signed resignedly. He knelt down beside the chair that she was sitting on and took her hands into his own.
"Elizabeth, I know that things have been hard for you. But I am here now and everything will be as they should. I will take care of you."
She did not know whether to pity the eagerness in that voice or to snarl at that outrageous presumption. Instead she replied in a placidly voice.
"Commodore, need I remind you that I am engaged to another man."
Her heart skipped guilty at the dejected looked in those blue eyes. Had she been too blunt? Perhaps a more subtle approach was required. In truth, the commodore was a good and reliable friend, and had always had her best interest at heart. In the years that he was stationed in Port Royal, she had learned to appreciate his quite affection and looked up to him as an older brother. He was also a great friend to her father, but she could not and would not see him as anything more than that. Her heart belonged to Will.
"Elizabeth, I know that it is not my place to say, but where is your finance now? Where is he when you are in danger? Did he not abandon you to join with the pirates?"
"You are correct, it is *not* your place to say." Her voice has dropped down to a dangerously low level. "I was *never* in danger with the pirates! We were the one who seek them out! And Will did not abandon me!"
"If he had truly loved you, why did he leave you alone?!"
"He was CAPTURED by ruthless murderers when he was *saving* me!!!"
Her breath had quicken and she held her fists rigidly by her side. She had been successfully distracting herself away from the hollow vancancy inside her heart that Will's kidnapping had created. But the commodore's thoughtless accusations were like heavy blows on her already accented nerves.
"You don't know anything! You weren't *there*!"
"Elizabeth.....I....I am..."
Before he could apologize, there was a knock on the door. A few moments later, lieutenant Gillette pushed open the door and walked in. He took in the tense scenery inside the room with a raised eyebrow, but did not comment. He stood straight and said in a clear and business like voice.
"Commodore, there was a urgent message from the navy command. Captain Jackson and Captain Sullvan requested your presence in the meeting room."
Norrington did not look pleased at the interruption, but nonetheless roused himself from his half kneeing position. Elizabeth took a deep breath to calm herself down, and pined her gaze straight at the carpet and nothing else.
"Understood, I'll be on my way."
He looked down at Elizabeth, who was still avoiding his gaze. "Elizabeth, I apologize for my early misstep. I..... trust you will act in a befitting manner in my absence."
Then he turned toward Gillette and said in a commanding tone. "I am entrusting Miss. Swann's safety in your hands, lieutenant." Before the younger man could protest, he was out of the door.
A most uncomfortable silence ensured.
Elizabeth broke the stillness first. "Lieutenant Gillette."
"Miss. Swann." He greeted back.
That was about all the conversation they had for the next two hours.
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Me: Update is going to be a little slow from now on, my summer course is starting in a few days and my eye infection still haven't gotten better, now I have to use those totally groose medicine lotion. Not only does it sting like hell, it glued my eye shut. _ Ahhhhhhh~~~~ Damnit it.
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 and rising
Summary: Port Royal is infected by a strange disease. Will and Elizabeth enlisted the help of the Black Pearl to go after the stolen medicien. On the way, they encountered an old nemesis, a crazy priest, a mermaid and a demon who is after Jack's soul.
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and all its characters are not mine. I am making no money off this. Don't sue the colleage kid who are already broke. Credit for the title goes to Coleridge's poem and P.Speare who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Also special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning: Same as always, first fic ever and English not my first language. Please don't kill me for not continue with the slash *hide*, the plot need to get going. Anyway, please R&R!!!!
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//This is a dream.//
Jack thought feverishly, it has to be. What other explanation was there for the object of his affection, the main cast in his wet dreams and the subject to his nightly worries, to be safe and sound, not to mention lapping his sweaty skin like a man dying of thirst.
Will's hand raked through the dark threads, raised his face to meet Jack's own. The black pupils had expanded within the rich cinnamon orbs. The closer to the pupil, the darker the color was, hazel mingled with tints of green, gold and silver. Those eyes were engulfing him into a warmth without boundaries and entangling him with its undercurrent of desire.
His mind was striving towards the completion which was offered so freely. His rationality and intuition were struggling against this surreal scenario, while his heart and body screamed for total abandonment.
//Just let go.//
Velvet lips crushed over his, they tasted sweet and sour like wine. They were insistent and savage, almost depriving him of all rational thought. He gasped softly against that persistent heat. A hot tongue brushed against the roof of his mouth, once, twice. The third brush was followed by a slight pressure against the back of his teeth. The other mouth sucked hard and stole away the last ounce of air from his lung.
//Let go.//
Will was repeating the same word over and over. The breath caught in his throat at the forceful possessiveness in that single syllabus.
"Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. ....."
He buried his face into the space between neck and shoulder, a few strands of hair tickled his nose. Will had one of his earlobe in his mouth, sucking and nipping on them hungrily. The action was voracious and urgent, like the rising tide of river beating against the walls of a dam.
//Let go.//
He was writhing helplessly beneath the slender body. Will's heartbeat was throbbing loudly against his chest, mirrored his own increasingly rapid pulse. He shifted slightly and brought their body together to a perfect allegiance, from shoulder to calf.
//Yes, let me be yours. And you will be mine.//
Something that felt like cool metal slide out from the front of Will's shirt and made contact with his bare throat. Its weight and density were recognizable even through his feverish mind. Jack immediately knew what it was.
*** Beautiful isn't it. Elizabeth gave it to me.... our engagement ring.***
The significance of the ring and the rashness of his action almost overwhelmed him with helplessness and despair. He choked and pushed desperately against the unyielding shoulders above him.
//No. No. No.//
In response to his renewed resistance, Will sealed their mouths together. Unlike the previous ministrations of vicious taking, this kiss was seductive manipulation and gentle coaxing at the same time. It was laced with a tenderness that nearly melted away his last grip of conscious and sensible reasoning.
//No. Stop. What am I doing?! Please, stop.//
He did not know who the plead was for, Will or himself. He only wanted an outlet, some kind of release to this madness and the whirlwind of emotions.
//Stop. This is... wrong.//
He wanted to wash away the tingling of the blazing kisses and disappear into the hardness of the earth below. He wanted to shoved the youth against the wall and worship every inch of that fair skin with his tongue. He wanted to kiss, to lick, to bite, to claw, to take, to give. He wanted nothing. He wanted everything.
He wanted Will. He wanted everything that was so uniquely Will. He wanted everything Will would give and more. He wanted Will's friendship, Will's devotion, Will's trust, Will's loyalty.
He wanted Will... to love him.
Jack Sparrow was by no mean a celibate or chaste man. He loved pleasure, in all shapes and forms. It had never mattered to him whether his ecstasies was induced by the presence of another body or the numbing effect of the rum.
//But this is Will.//
This was Will, who risked his life and reputation to save him, whose smile brightened his otherwise aimless existence, whose kind words swelled him with happiness and pride. This was illogical. Years of honing his self- preservation skills and cautions were a trifle compare to a few months of vicinity with the youth. His mask of a drunken fool, which life had drilled into him and had kept him alive all this time, would simply evaporate as soon as the blacksmith came within close proximity.
Did Will know that he would offer his heart on a silver plater? Was the youth aware of how his pulse would skip with a single twitch of those rosy lips? Did Will realize that he was Jack's weakness of body and frailty of mind?
//Do you know that you are my home?//
Will was the holder of string to his wild kite.
//Do you know that you are my freedom?//
The freedom that Jack had been chasing for as long as he knew. The freedom that a life of piracy was entitled. The freedom that he thought he had finally discovered in the Black Pearl.
//True freedom means..... to have a place to return to, to have *someone* to return to.//
He shoved the body above him with all the strength he could wield. In an instant, their positions was reversed. He grabbed Will's hands and locked them above his head with unwavering force. He rested his weight on top of the boy and sneered into his face.
"Ye stupid boy! Do ye have *any* idea what ye were doing?"
Dark chocolate eyes were unfocused and confused before they were overtaken by a vivid fever. Something was wrong, he realized too late. Will arched up against him. His eyes closed involuntary at the sensation created when their groins were brushed against each other.
//No, something is wrong. This isn't Will.//
His palms were pressed against hot skin, yet the body beneath him was shivering violently. Will was gulping down mouthful after mouthful of air, while his face had blanched to a sickly shaded of white. He loosened his grip on those thin wrists and gently gathered the trembling boy into his arms.
"Will? Will? Can ye hear me? What's wrong, luv?"
The endearment was out of his mouth before he could stop it, but the boy appeared not to have noticed it. Will was staring blankly ahead and numbing something incoherent. Jack could only catch a few words, cold, heat and burning were among them. He rocked the thin body gently.
"Will? Please....say somethin'g. Come on, mate. Look at me."
Dark eyelashes fluttered against flushed cheeks, until they shut completely. His heart clenched, panic blinded his vision and filled the pit of his stomach with lead. He yanked the motionless body roughly against him and pressed his ear to Will's chest, looking frantically for any sound. There was a pulse, weak but steady. He breathed out a sign of relief.
The shock was wearing off and the bizzareness of his current predicament was taking its tole on his already stressed body. He yawned against the ruffled brown hair, rested his back against the wall, and began to doze off with his precious bundle secured safely against his chest.
~~~*~~~
Her sleep was troubled and her dream was filled with echoes of some forgotten ballad. But when the first ray of light elevated her from the valley of sleep, she was already half way into composing herself again. The morning sun refreshed her and brought her new hope. Elizabeth stabbed at the omelet on her plate and sulked, it would have been a wonderful morning if not for a certain navy commodore.
Commodore Norrington was almost finished with his speech about the importance of constant vigilance against pirates when the door was pushed open. A young sergeant stepped in and walked straight towards his superior officer without even giving Elizabeth a side way glance. The soldier bent down and whispered something into the commodore's ear.
She watched with mild satisfaction as Norrington's face darken with each word. She had a vague impression that whatever it was, it somehow involved one captain Jack Sparrow.
"How is that possible?!" The commodore hissed, then sent a troubled look in Elizabeth's direction. She kept her face as neutral as possible.
The commodore looked even more scandalized and said menacingly towards the young sergeant, "Send out twenty men, no, make that forty. I don't care what it takes, flip Tortuga upside down if you must. I *want* him found."
Elizabeth felt sorry for the now trembling soldier, the young man was obviously a scapegoat. At the same time, her speculation was also confirmed.
//So Jack has escaped. That was quick.//
The soldier was almost to the door as Norrington continued with the same fuming tone. "I am going to *court martial* the idiots who left him alone. This time, I'll personally make sure he's chained and guarded around the clock"
Elizabeth tried not to snicker. The door shut with a soft creak as the commodore turned back to her.
"Elizabeth, that.... dangerous criminal, Jack Sparrow has escaped."
"......"
"But I assure you that you are in no danger from him, or any of his pirate friend."
"......"
"This is one of the best armed ship in the fleet, I also have two smaller cruisers with me."
"......"
"I don't believe that even the infamous Black Pearl would willingly go up against such odds. There is no need to worry about..... Elizabeth? Are you listening?"
Finally realized that he was the sole participant in this conversation, Norrington signed resignedly. He knelt down beside the chair that she was sitting on and took her hands into his own.
"Elizabeth, I know that things have been hard for you. But I am here now and everything will be as they should. I will take care of you."
She did not know whether to pity the eagerness in that voice or to snarl at that outrageous presumption. Instead she replied in a placidly voice.
"Commodore, need I remind you that I am engaged to another man."
Her heart skipped guilty at the dejected looked in those blue eyes. Had she been too blunt? Perhaps a more subtle approach was required. In truth, the commodore was a good and reliable friend, and had always had her best interest at heart. In the years that he was stationed in Port Royal, she had learned to appreciate his quite affection and looked up to him as an older brother. He was also a great friend to her father, but she could not and would not see him as anything more than that. Her heart belonged to Will.
"Elizabeth, I know that it is not my place to say, but where is your finance now? Where is he when you are in danger? Did he not abandon you to join with the pirates?"
"You are correct, it is *not* your place to say." Her voice has dropped down to a dangerously low level. "I was *never* in danger with the pirates! We were the one who seek them out! And Will did not abandon me!"
"If he had truly loved you, why did he leave you alone?!"
"He was CAPTURED by ruthless murderers when he was *saving* me!!!"
Her breath had quicken and she held her fists rigidly by her side. She had been successfully distracting herself away from the hollow vancancy inside her heart that Will's kidnapping had created. But the commodore's thoughtless accusations were like heavy blows on her already accented nerves.
"You don't know anything! You weren't *there*!"
"Elizabeth.....I....I am..."
Before he could apologize, there was a knock on the door. A few moments later, lieutenant Gillette pushed open the door and walked in. He took in the tense scenery inside the room with a raised eyebrow, but did not comment. He stood straight and said in a clear and business like voice.
"Commodore, there was a urgent message from the navy command. Captain Jackson and Captain Sullvan requested your presence in the meeting room."
Norrington did not look pleased at the interruption, but nonetheless roused himself from his half kneeing position. Elizabeth took a deep breath to calm herself down, and pined her gaze straight at the carpet and nothing else.
"Understood, I'll be on my way."
He looked down at Elizabeth, who was still avoiding his gaze. "Elizabeth, I apologize for my early misstep. I..... trust you will act in a befitting manner in my absence."
Then he turned toward Gillette and said in a commanding tone. "I am entrusting Miss. Swann's safety in your hands, lieutenant." Before the younger man could protest, he was out of the door.
A most uncomfortable silence ensured.
Elizabeth broke the stillness first. "Lieutenant Gillette."
"Miss. Swann." He greeted back.
That was about all the conversation they had for the next two hours.
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Me: Update is going to be a little slow from now on, my summer course is starting in a few days and my eye infection still haven't gotten better, now I have to use those totally groose medicine lotion. Not only does it sting like hell, it glued my eye shut. _ Ahhhhhhh~~~~ Damnit it.